Drunken Blog #1 

So I just got done filming a Happy Hour and I thought to myself, “what if I blogged right now?!” And thus I’m going with it! 

Using inspiration from a gift from a friend I made on YouTube  

Let’s get started! (Don’t worry, I won’t be doing all 500. I DO have to work in the morning. Although I love the ambition!) 

Name three adjectives that best describe your temper. What or who was the cause of the angriest moment of your life? 

Loud, fast, and flashy. Basically my temper is lightning. Seriously. It happens and then it’s done. Not a full fledged thunderstorm. Just one stroke of lightning. I move on. What made me the most angry?….jeez, I hate to put this out there. But probably a living situation I had near the end of my college career. We were friends. Thought it’d be compatible. Totally wasn’t. I wanted to pay bills on time, wasn’t a concern for them. Whatever. 

Do you tend to follow the crowd or walk to the beat of your own drum? 

I hate the crowd. And I despise mob mentality. 

You’re planning a comedian “showdown” as a public event. What two comedians would you like to see battle it out verbally for entertainment? What makes them funny? 

Is this the modern day gladiator games? Cause I feel someone is leaving broken down and defeated. Bianca del Rio and Kathy Griffin. Because I know Bianca doesn’t like her and I wanna see where this goes.  

Describe three really awkward moments in your life. 

You’ll have to check out this week’s Happy Hour! 😉 



100 Subscribers and the Persistent Stache

Hello friends! If you’ve been following me on any of my social media accounts, you may have noticed something different about me. A hairier thing about me. A lip eyebrow if you will. And that thing needs to GO! 

I promised a friend a week or two ago that I wouldn’t shave my mustache until my YouTube channel reached 100 subscribers. 

We were at 50ish when the deal was struck. As of right now, we’re at 95!!!! Just 5 away. I’m sure my friends on Facebook are thinking, “Jesus shut this kid up.” 

So now that we’re only 5 away, these last 5 subscribers have been the hardest to get. Let me shave my mustache, please! I implore you to check out my channel. If you like it, subscribe and share with friends! If you hate it, share it with your family. Here’s a link for ya: CLICK HERE FOR YOUTUBE CHANNEL

Thank you, and spread joy and love to fellow humans! 

Cory Scott  


A title that makes you want to read more. (A tale of food poisoning)

Okay, I had no idea what to title this thing. I was going to film two videos today. Then danger struck. And now I will be in bed (or on a couch) cat nestled right next to me, not filming, with a bottle of pepto bismol at the ready.

my current salvation

But since I just cancelled my Happy Hour video this week, and another surprise video for whenever the hell I got it finished; I thought I’d at least blog. Don’t want you to miss me too much! *hair toss*

So as I’m sitting here I’m thinking (don’t fart! don’t fart!) about a few things. And then I lost them. Completely blanked.

This might be an interesting thing to share, and only mildly appropriate. One time I had food poisoning. (I promise, today isn’t that nor is it anywhere NEAR that bad.) It. Was. Terrible. I would not wish it upon my enemies.

I was in Chicago on a day trip (yay trains!) and doing a job shadow at a PR firm with a friend. We went out to lunch and had some really great food, although I must admit-I did question the appearance of those chicken sliders. Shoulda trusted my judgment. But I didn’t want to be rude. (PS-if I ever question the appearance of my food again, next time I will be rude.) the only reason I have it pinpointed on that lunch, is that both of us got food poisoning at the same time. We didn’t have any other meals together. And the odds are pretty low for food poisoning usually, unless you’re cooking in your uncle’s shed. But that’s another story.

I get home from a long day and a long commute. I had a meeting that evening for an organization I ran, and I had to be on time. I got to my apartment. Dropped off one backpack and picked up another. (See dad, I learned some stuff! Pre-packed and all!)

The meeting goes well. Boring enough. And then I’m suddenly hit with a gurgle. I take a bus back to my place and am suddenly wiped out.

The first symptom that hit me was exhaustion. Other than that gurgle. I was supposed to hang out with my then boyfriend at the time. I texted him that I was exhausted and might be sleepy. But come on over. It was sometime before he got there that I ran to the bathroom, white as a ghost (details from my roommate. -thanks Anna!) and let it fly.

I swear to God, I have never in all my life felt so relieved, defeated, exhausted, and ready to give up all at once as I did in that moment. I’m pretty sure I was pushing one hand against the wall and the other on the counter, probably was afraid I’d take off in flight or something. The jet streams were that powerful. Then something changed.

Suddenly I’m hit with the urge to spew chunks. Whether or not it was the fumes from below, or symptoms of the food poisoning, I’ll never know. I think I’d prefer not to. So I’m sitting there thinking to myself, “sweet Jesus. If I make it through this, I’m going to go back to church.” …sorry, I didn’t keep my word on that one. But in my defense, Sunday’s are supposed to be rest days. The bible even says so!…so I’m gonna rest my saved behind in that memory foam bed until it’s ready to wake up. See? resting…just doing the Lord’s work.

So here I am on the toilet, firing from both ends (thank God for trash cans), and someone knocks on the door. It was my boyfriend. I’m pretty sure he deserves a medal or something for putting up with the fumes that were creaking through that door, and I’m also pretty sure that’s why I didn’t get my full security deposit back. Anyways, he calls my mom, and she tells him to get pepto bismol, sprite, and something else I don’t remember. I was clinging on for dear life at the time. Details weren’t important. Just. make. this. stop.

Thankfully, boyfriend and my roommate took good care of me. Because I hardly wanted to clean myself, let alone the bathroom at that time. (Remember the exhaustion?…yeah, I was tempted to just lay down in defeat and snooze it off.) So, thanks you two!

On that note, I’m off to watch some Netflix, and nap away this stomach thing. …you know what…I did have a fiber one bar last night after dinner…

Cory Scott


Friends! Want to be in the first official video on the new channel?! Email me a video of you saying “Happy Thirstday! Subscribe to the new channel!” and anything else you’d like to say! 🙂 Don’t worry about fancy. This ain’t NBC or something. Selfie cameras at the ready! Email me the video at imcoryscott@gmail.com ! 😀 Thank you!! Can’t wait to see you all!


your new bestfriend imcoryscott

NEW channel with my actual username. Won’t you subscribe? 🙂

To clarify why I’m doing this; my old channel used my nickname “Rey” and the olde English spelling of music “musick.” Let me tell you, not the easiest shit to say “Go subscribe to!” let alone get people to spell it right. I struggled with started all over, but I figured, do it now and don’t look back. It’s just a new URL….with 0 views, 0 subs, and 0 comments. ToT OMG THE PAIN. Whatever, we’ll make it. 😀